There's poetry in trees. Then one day a poet found it. Then a music master wove around it a melody. An artist touched it, gave it form in colours rich and warm. Now we bring to you these three, poem, picture, melody. A simple tribute to a tree.
I think that I shall never see / A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed / Against the earth's sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at God all day / And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in summer wear / A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose bosom snow has lain / Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fools like me / But only God can make a tree.